I'm really not a superman in Marvel

"Is it your experiment?"

"God, what did you do?"

On the plane transporting Hulk, Banner and Betty immediately guessed that this monster was probably made by General Ross.

General Ross was silent, and the image of Bronski involuntarily flashed across his mind.

Looking at the screen that lost the picture, Banner and Betty looked at General Ross.

"Sir?"

His subordinates asked him what to do.

After a long time, Ross ordered: "Order all troops to go to Brooklyn."

His voice seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

One problem has just been solved, and a bigger one pops up in the blink of an eye.

Why is this happening?

He couldn't figure it out.

Hearing General Ross's order, Banner took a deep breath, and then said in a firm tone: "Let me go, you must let me go!"

He saw the shadow of Hulk from that monster, it was Hulk, a scourge created by himself, and he was going to solve it.

"What are you talking about?" Betty wondered, "You think you can control it?"

Betty didn't want Banner to take any more risks.

"It's not about controlling it, it's about exploiting it," Banner explained.

"What if you can't?" General Ross snapped.

"We created that thing!" Banner said solemnly, "All of us!"

"I beg you!"

General Ross stared deeply at Banner for a long time, then turned his head and ordered, "Land near it."

He compromised.

Now, face and honor are irrelevant. If we continue to let that monster ravage the streets, how bad will it be for New York and this country?
Only let the Hulk, let his experiment, let his enemy try it, use one basket he pokes to solve another.

"No, stay at high altitude and open the rear hatch!" Banner said.

General Ross nodded in agreement.

Banner stood at the open rear hatch, Betty held her anxiously and said, "Bruce, what are you doing?"

"You have to think clearly, you don't know if you will transform!"

Betty begged bitterly, she was afraid that Banner's transformation would fail and he would be crushed to pieces.

"Betty, I must try!"

Banner gazed at Betty affectionately.

Doesn't he know that Hulk has been suppressed by the potion, and may even be wiped out?
This jump will either succeed or become benevolent.

But because of this, he wanted to jump down and give it a try.

In this case, unless encountering a life-and-death crisis, how to wake up Hulk?
If the Hulk is not awakened, how should the monster be dealt with like this?

The two looked at each other silently, then gradually moved closer and kissed each other.

Is this the last kiss of farewell forever?

Nobody knows.

Lips parted, Banner let go of Betty's hand, fell backwards, and fell from the plane.

Betty maintained the original posture, stretched out her hand as if trying to grab Banner who was going away, and followed him all the way down.

"boom!"

Banner landed, smashing a small, human-shaped pit.

Did he succeed?
Everyone on the plane held their breath and prayed silently.

……

"Currently, the grey-green monster that appeared at the intersection of 121 north to Broadway in Brooklyn is still raging. According to relevant departments, the corresponding strike and rescue operations have begun, but some people at the scene said that the monster has wiped out a small army. Bullets and rocket launchers have no effect on it... It is recommended that the surrounding residents quickly evacuate and pay attention to the news of this station. The follow-up situation is being broadcast..."

In Manhattan, New York, in a small bar in Hell's Kitchen, a famous Marvel scenic spot, the tragedies in Brooklyn are being broadcast non-stop on TV.

Watching a series of bloody and terrifying videos broadcast on TV, the atmosphere in the bar became even more heated.

"Oh my god, what kind of monster is this?"

"Tsk tsk, I really want to see how powerful this big guy is!"

"Are you crazy? That guy will tear you apart!"

"Not necessarily, if it dares to come to Hell's Kitchen..."

Listening to the discussion in the bar, Lynch hiccupped and put down the Coke in his hand.

He doesn't like drinking very much.

As for whether there is Coke in the bar in Hell's Kitchen, and whether drinking Coke will result in a beating, these things are not for Lynch to consider.

He just hit it right, accidentally smacking the bar's marble bar into pieces as he slapped the money on the table.

Well, it's fifteen centimeters thick, and it's so hard that a fist can hit it like a broken stone.

The effect is very good, it can be called a knowing blow.

The bartender who said impatiently that there was no Coke ran to buy a bucket of Coke, and carefully crafted it into various flavors.

Also put an end to all kinds of annoying punks, thieves, liars and so on.

Leaning on the spacious deck sofa, tasting the Coke in front of you one by one, enjoying the winks from the beauties passing by from time to time, originally wanted to experience the passion of Hell's Kitchen, but had to experience the rare peace and friendliness of Hell's Kitchen.

Lynch couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Strong, maybe it is so boring and tasteless.

"Hey, can I sit here?" A voice suddenly interrupted Lynch's narcissism.

"No..." Lynch subconsciously rejected the fifth woman who said so today.

But he immediately raised his head, looked at the person and said, "Natasha, why are you here?"

The visitor was the sexy and beautiful Natasha in a short skirt and low-cut dress.

"do not you know?"

Natasha sat next to Lynch without a trace, then leaned into his ear and whispered, "That monster in Brooklyn."

Lynch took a sip of Coke lazily, and replied leisurely: "How could you not know?"

He pointed to the TV: "This is broadcast everywhere, even if you don't know it, it's hard."

Natasha pursed her lips and smiled, her bright eyes turned to Lynch.

Lynch was so scared, he couldn't help but sit back and asked: "Is there any problem? What are you looking at?"

"I'm watching 'Superboy'!" Natasha smiled. "Why is he still sitting here?"

"Otherwise?" Lynch rolled his eyes, feeling that Natasha seemed to have a problem today, "Do I have to fly out to fight monsters?"

Although the usual Natasha always smiles and speaks softly enough, but the longer you get in touch with her, the more you can feel the distance from her.

Compared with the kind of person who is indifferent on the outside and hot on the inside, in fact, Natasha is more difficult to deal with a person like Natasha who is quite friendly once in contact, but who is always difficult to get along with.

But today, Lynch could feel that the distance between Natasha and himself seemed to be much closer.

Still, Lynch's answer was no.

No, no, Dame!

I'm not working part-time, so if something goes wrong, I have to go to work?

"Why?" Natasha picked up a glass of Coke and took a sip, "Can you tell me the reason?"

"First, this thing was made by Ross. I said that I would let him die with regret and pain. Second, this matter has nothing to do with me, and I have no interest. Why do you want to do it?"
Lynch replied flatly.

Natasha sighed, and said softly: "Ross is the culprit, but innocent citizens paid the price. Why do you say it has nothing to do with you? Do you know how many people are asking why their superheroes are there?"

"Yes, Brooklyn needs superheroes, and New York needs them, but there are more people in this world who are praying to the gods... Who do you say I should listen to, do you know how many people pray every day for you to be destroyed one day?" Lynch replied bluntly.

Natasha was speechless, she was silent for a long time, then put down the cup in her hand and got up.

"Okay, then I wish you a good time, I have to fight this guy to death."

After that, she turned her head away with a hurt face.

Lynch immediately failed, and looked at Natasha's back and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"alright, you win."

Lynch was helpless, "In fact, someone has already made a move. If there is no accident, it will solve this matter."

Natasha came back again and asked in confusion, "It? You mean..."

……

Brooklyn, where abominations rage.

There was a sudden vibration in the deep hole that Banner made, and then a green hand stretched out suddenly.

It's Hulk!Banner did it!
Everyone on the plane couldn't help cheering.

It climbed up from the pit and tore off the pieces of clothes hanging on its body one by one.

"Roar!"

Facing the hatred in the distance, Hulk roared angrily.

Hulk, attack!